Waiting room has no exit!

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Waiting?
Waiting for this?
Waiting for that?
Waiting to heal?
Waiting for deals?
Waiting for right time?
Waiting to have money?
Waiting to live dreams?
Waiting for attention?
Waiting for affection?
Waiting to be heard?
Waiting to be seen?
Waiting for those validation,
That feed the esteem?
Waiting for new things?
Waiting for favourable outcomes?
Waiting for a new experience?
Waiting for a person to change?
Waiting turns to comfort zone?
Nothing other than now exists.
In waiting, living, did we quit?
Unless awareness hits-
This waiting room has no exit!

Some people are catalysts!

I believe we meet people for a reason.
We meet people who we Need.
Certain people are Catalyst!
With them, we have a distinct connect,
They suddenly imply something intense!
Either through pushing, holding or scaffolding,
They somehow direct us. Indeed!
To our goal’s trail, they lead.
They provide us fuel to propel –
Us, on the path where we need to dwell!
They help us reflect on what we endure.
As there is nothing like forever,
So the catalyst bids a farewell!
No matter how good is our introspection,
Our self expectation is a hindrance,
For clear self-communication.
As it is conditioned by our beliefs and disbeliefs.
Everyone’s inner truth is subjective,
It’s an individual perspective.
There are no solutions in the endless discussions!
The sensory perceptions can be deceptions.
The explanation we seek is within.
It is a constant struggle to silence the maladaptive subconscious and empower the conscious.
When the conscious leads, we are connected with the answers we seek.
We keep expecting others to applaud,
When we should actually, give a pause!
Our intentions need our consideration.
“Why ?” should be our self-reflection…
Good intentions give us conviction.
We then realized we are not this body, not this mind.
The “lesson” is repeated until we comprehend.
I thank all my catalysts for making those connections…
In life, all we need is re-alignment and re-orientation!
This life’s purpose we attempt to achieve.
It is not in discussion but, in that silence,
We formulate ourselves to be the “me” we seek!

 

 

I am a Yellow Crayon

I am a “yellow crayon”…
My daughter calls me so.
I asked her, “What it means?”
She left saying, find that out – “go!”
Yellow, a color of excitement,
Yellow, a color of perfection.
A color full of optimism,
A metaphor for cheerful disposition.
Yes, I agree, in confession.
I have a magical button,
“Escape reality”, I call it.
When I press it, which, I do often.
Takes me to another dimension.
Life, there, is fun, beyond imagination.
There’s a freedom to create a story.
There’s a freedom to re-create history.
I have always, always lived this way.
Pushing those buttons far too often!
Yet, it is only a virtual device.
The device, has its own limitations.
At times, it gets me stuck,
In an inescapable dimension.
Then, for a while, I begin to live,
In reality, as everyone else does!
This mundane, I find, as boring as a rut.
I accept being this “Yellow Crayon”,
And this is so true…
Being an optimist to the core,
I am drowning in the ocean,
Still hoping, to reach the shore!

Musing by Monika